Upon him hearing this, Si Zhengting's hands clenched into fists. Clenching his jaws, he looked at him with dark eyes that were flickering with warning and fury. In the end, he still pulled his hands back, turned around, and entered the ward.
Slightly flustered, Shi Jinyan turned around and looked into the ward through the glass panel on the door.
Si Jingyu's gaze was stern and she was sitting up straight.
He paused. Having thought of Xin Xin again, he immediately continued walking.
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In a simple two-bedroom apartment in a small neighborhood of Beijing.
In the room with intricate designs, the light shone brightly. Bai Yue's face, which was usually beautiful, was tainted by a tinge of sinisterness right now. She looked down at the child lying on the coffee table.
Xin Xin had lost consciousness and his face was as red as a monkey's butt.
